I knew a youngster  met him at 14  a very short scene
 Fiendin to make his dreams come true  but see  money was caught mean
 Started runnin wild and livin life type of foul  that was my shorty's style
 But deep down in heart he was still only a child
 He was typin nice at ball  if he had height  y'all
 Mighta been 'NBA Today'  instead I watched his life fall
 Blowin up the spots and poppin them tec glocks
 Collectin street props, splittin tops, didn't stop, so many men dropped
 Started committin murder after murder
 Blasted the last nigga that tried to riff so fast he flipped him like a burger
 Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
 He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
 And this type of street violence today happens too often
 It hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin
 People droppin a rose when the casket is closed
 Hey yo, that's the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
 They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
 It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga
 It's bout whose draw is quicker
 So to my shorty dog puzzled I'm pledgin
 Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend

 (Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
 Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another

 [VERSE 2]
 Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von, but now he's long gone
 So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on
 Me and black-o way back in childhood when we was wild hoods
 Runnin around the neighborhood and up to no good
 Started hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars
 Then put behind bars sellin drugs and pullin yards
 Then my crimey got locked up for cookin the rock up
 Started bouncin uptown to stuck up, my nigga straight blew the block up
 Yeah, the blue and whites was on sight runnin with flashlights
 On the double a fast life, that's when he seen his last nights
 Out on the street runnin from the heat
 Then got locked up from (Happy New Year!)
 All the way down to (New Year's Eve!)
 The two of those in a wardrobe of clothes
 Got back on crackin, I let him whip the macks and go lookin for hoes
 And then another sad story is headed for me
 When i found out another soldier died in the territory
 So in memory of my dog I write a lyric
 Straight hopin melodies travel from my mind to your spirit
 Hear it when I get biz for K-Von, I'm pledgin
 Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend

 (Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
 Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another 3X

 (Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
 Keep it real on the street